CodyComm104

---May 31, 2010 My hand goes to my heart, or where it used to be. I cannot stand up, I feel like I am three. There's something wrong here, the empty feeling grows. The void that is my ignorance begins to truly fill. There's really nothing right now, yet noone even knows. The things that were unbecoming, have arrived just then. Once I can stand up, I'm sure I will be fine, but just for now I feel like I just might die. I thank you, all of my friends all of my family. You really did nothing, how deservingly. I guess this is where I stop, where I cease to be. This is where I know I'll die, good night, now I go. So there

I woke up in the middle of the night to write this: There was once a young man, prince of the world until one day his crown was hurled from his grasp and from his sight and he realised his terrible plight. This man knew right then and there of where he was going, and that was where the peasants worked and the serfs toiled for rancid meat; rotting and spoiled. There was no bread and there was no wine indeed the slaves did wait in line for rations that never arrived he knew at once that they were deprived. This formed in him an epiphany he needed to act like the many men before him who were great unlike he, who changed too late.

It pains me not to tell you what you mean to me so now I guess I'll tell you what you're really worth: You're a jewel who hangs in the night you put the stars to shame and teach torches to burn bright.. I guess you're so much better than what I can really say so here is more of what I think of you every day: You're priceless; to be like you is to be like wise Athena, or the radiant Phoebe, or the wondrous Venus. But I truly cannot say what you're really worth. No words can express it and my fear is that you'll not believe me when I say: You're a wonderful girl, genius and beautiful. Very, very funny. Maybe even crazy.

A Day in the Life of Michael Anthony Edwards, Friday, November 19th, 2009--- Morning-0500 So there I was, having a dream of the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life. Not like I'd screw her (seeing as I'm only fifteen, and would prefer to save 'it' till later) but still, it's a dream nonetheless. And as she smiles, I notice her rather gorgeous, glassy eyes, and her long, raven hair and her-- BEE-BEE-BEE-BEE-BEE Morning-0612 I woke up, nearly screaming "OH NO! THE BOMBS! UNDER THE DESKS!" Thankfully, I didn't. Instead, I grabbed my red Union ROTC Spirit Knights shirt, yanked it on, and walked into the living room, going